They flew back to the compound in the first Quinjet. The reached base in a few hours, and then began unloading the criminals into the holding cells, and the civilians into an empty room. Emilia was specially escorted to a secure cell, one that guaranteed that she couldn't use her powers.

Ira went to the room with the civilians, where Tony had set up a computer system. "What are you doing?" Ira asked him as she walked over to one of the tables.

"I'm finding out where these people live using facial recognition, so we can return them to their proper homes." Across the screen, a woman's picture lined up with an identical one. "Aha!" Tony exclaimed. "We have a match."

He read more on the screen, the scribbled something down in a notepad. "She lives in Edinburgh, Scotland." He turned back to the screen. "Once we have everyone, we're going to take the Quinjet and return them to their homes. The only problem is, we can't find a way to not be seen. We can cloak the Quinjet, but we'll be seen when we deliver the Enhanced."

Ira tilted her head, thinking. "We could deliver them to the local police station as an anonymous favor, and they would deliver the, to their families."

Tony scratched his neck. "That could work. Once we have everyone down, we'll send you out."

Ira nodded, and walked around the room. She drew her fingers lightly across a table, and noticed a pile of files stacked near Tony. She walked over, and opened the first one. It showed the picture of one of the Enhanced men, along with his abilities, stats, and where he lived. "Why do we have these?" Ira asked.

"We want to keep the Enhanced on our radar." Tony said, his eyes flitting over the screens. "You never know if we might need them. They could be potential allies."

"Or enemies," Ira added, scanning through the files.

"Way to be paranoid," Tony muttered as he entered the location of one of the Enhanced into another computer.

She shrugged. "I'm gonna go train. Tell me when you find all of the locations." She left the room, and made her way down to her room. She changed, then went to the training room. She found some of the team there. Pietro sped around the track, and a crimson glow shone through the crack under the Enhanced room, meaning Wanda was in there. Clint shot at targets, and Natasha and Steve were practicing hand-to-hand combat.

"Hey, Ira." Clint said as she walked in. She waved and came over to stand by him. "You wanna work with the bows again?" He asked her, and she nodded.

"I want to get better at archery." She said. He placed the bow in her hands, and showed her how to notch an arrow. He walked around her, moving her feet into position and correcting her stance.

"Alright," Clint said. "Breathe, and release the arrow." Ira did as he said, and let go of the arrow. It flew through the air, and sunk into the target, towards the center. Ira smiled. It wasn't a bullseye, but it meant she was getting better.

Clint smiled. "Nice job." They practiced a bit more, and then Ira went to the Enhanced room. Wanda had left, so she had it all to herself. She had already gotten good at her telekinesis and energy manipulation, but she wanted to practice sending her healing energy through the air.

Ira took a deep breath, and opened her hands. She imagined that inside of her was a well, full of the healing energy. She envisioned drawing energy from that well, and bringing up to her palms. Once she did this, she sent the energy in streams out of her hands. It only lasted for a few seconds, and it only traveled about a foot, but she was still working on it.

After this, she walked back out. Steve had left, so Natasha was alone. "Do you want to practice hand-to-combat?" Natasha asked her. Ira nodded, and they walked to opposite sides of the mat. Ira spread her feet, lowering her center of gravity so she was well-balanced.

Natasha made the first move, rushing towards Ira, and swinging a fist toward her face. Ira dodged, and grabbed Natasha's arm, but she twisted it, forcing Ira to let go. Ira kicked her, but Natasha grabbed her leg, and used the momentum to slam her to the ground. Ira quickly jumped up, and pretended to punch Natasha, whilst simultaneously kicking her legs out from underneath her.

Natasha fell, but landed in a crouch. She ran up to Ira, and kicked her behind the knee, causing her to fall. Natasha took advantage of this, pushing her to the ground and pinning her legs down so she couldn't get up. She smiled down at Ira, and helped her up. "You're gettin better."

"And you're going easy on me," Ira said, and Natasha shrugged.

"Maybe, But it'll get more difficult as your skills increase."

Ira walked over to the track and stretched, before beginning a steady jog around the track. She felt air whoosh by her face as Pietro sped around the track in a cool down run. He did twenty laps to her one, and she rolled her eyes as she saw him at the finish line, barely breaking a sweat.

"Show off," she teased as she passed him.

"I couldn't help it," he told her.

Ira ran a few more laps, before stopping. She left the training room, and walked back to her room. She took a quick shower, before changing into sweat pants and an oversized sweat shirt. She curled up on her bed and turned on the TV, snuggling into her warm blanket. She heard the door creak open, and Pietro walked in.

He smiled at the sight of her curled up in the bed, sleeping lightly. He walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. He laid down next to her, and pulled the blanket over himself. She  smiled in her sleep as he laid next to her, wrapping his arms around her.

Pietro, too, soon fell asleep, and as Wanda walked by, she peeked in the room to see Pietro and Ira curled around each other, sleeping soundly. She smiled as she saw Pietro's fingers curled around strands of Ira's silky blonde hair. She closed the door gently, and walked away.

They stayed this way for a while, the TV a constant hum in the background. They both were exhausted from the mission, so the chance to get some much needed sleep was quickly taken. Ira's hair curled lightly against the pillow, her hands clasped around Pietro's hands which encircled her waist. His hair was messily fluffed, the thin silvery strands sticking every which way.

But soon, the peaceful bliss ended, and Ira woke up. She carefully extricated herself from Pietro's grasp, and sat up, glancing blearily at the time. Five Thirty. She gently stood up, leaving Pietro to peacefully slumber. She brushed her hair, and walked to the kitchen.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Wanda smirked at her over the cup of tea she was holding. Ira rolled her eyes.

"Very funny. I was tired." She went to the fridge, and grabbed a slice of pizza that was leftover. She grabbed a plate from the cupboard, and placed the pizza in the microwave, yawning while it cooked.

Just then, Pietro blearily stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His hair was mussed from sleep, and his eyes were drooping with exhaustion.

"You look like a șobolan de canalizare." Wanda supplied helpfully.

"Thanks," he mumbled sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better."

"Oh, Ira," Tony said from the couch. "I almost forgot to tell you: I found all the locations of where the Enhanced live, so tomorrow we can deliver them. We'll be in and out before anyone sees us."

"That sounds like a plan for robbing a bank," Natasha snorted.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Why do you guys always have to pick apart every single little thing I say?" He continued speaking, but his voice droned into back ground noise, as a buzzing started in Ira's skull. She grimaced, rubbing her head furiously to get rid of it, but it wouldn't go away.

"Ira?" Wanda asked, concerned. Her voice sounded muted, nothing more than a ringing in her ears.

And then.

Hello? The voice echoed through Ira's head. Where am I? Who are you? Ira stood up, and looked at Wanda, but she wasn't using her powers, and the voice sounded like that of a young boy.

She started walking towards the room where the Enhanced were. "Ira? Where are you going?" Pietro asked. She turned.

"I think the Enhanced are awake." She said. "I heard someone's voice in my head."

"But who would wake them up?" Clint asked. "We kept them on a sedative."

"Maybe it ran out." Steve suggested.

They all walked toward the room. Tony swung open the door, and Ira noticed a a small boy in the center of the room. He had short brown hair, and brown eyes. He couldn't have been older than twelve. As the door opened, the small boy came forward, presumably the one who had spoken to Ira. "Where are we?"
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A/N:

Our first glance at Pietro and Ira's relationship. :) Not much of an in-depth look, but still.

Sobolan de canalizare: Sewer rat. (Again, Google Translate).

I love you three thousand

-E l i z a b e t h